Eleanor moved with caution now, aware about the presence of the mysterious and powerful man behind her, who she'd rudely spoken to earlier out of the sheer frustration of Viktor's threat and the consequences on her public image when the explicit video goes out. She regretted every word she spoke to Draven, and if she had the chance to rewind time, she would choose her words carefully. That same man had come to her rescue from the vicious intent of that bastard— Viktor Wynn. She pulled the car door open and leaned in to retrieve the Obsidian Medallion. She turned and stood straight, but her head tilted, feeling guilt and remorse. She gripped the medallion tightly. Draven stared at her without any crack in his stoic expression. "You're still holding on to it." He clipped. Eleanor forced her head up, glancing at him briefly. Her usual confidence as CEO of the Montclair family had completely left her. Her words came out cracking slightly and laced with mild desperation like a woman gr

Draven alighted from the car, but he didn't take another step forward after he turned. He looked around the environment a lot of things had changed over the years. This place was his home, where he was raised by his mother after his father abandoned them when he was just six.His father won't take responsibility for them, coming home drunk in the middle of the night to start hitting his mother. The next morning, he would leave the house, taken the little his mother earn from her small business to squander on alcohol.But his momma was strong, shouldering the weight of double responsibilities of the family to make sure he never lacked anything. It was one morning his mother went to check on him in their room to see his luggages missing, and his father didn't come home after five days, and hence that day was when his father abandoned them completely.Memories, both sad and happy moments flooded Draven's heart. He smiled lightly, his mind reeling as he anticipated to see his mother again

"Are you ready to get something now, sir?" The waitress came around again. That was the fifth time.Ethan stiffened on the seat. He had been sitting there for about thirty minutes, waiting for his girlfriend to show up. He'd planned to suprise her by proposing to her that evening, and Ethan made sure he looked his best that night. Rented suit, that his three month salary can't buy. Clean loafers, and the most important, a ring in his pocket which felt heavier than any crates he'd ever carried. In summary, Ethan looked unusually polished, but as a poor guy, he still felt out of place among the wealthy looking patrons.He cleared his throat, leaning forward with a forced smile. "Y—you can drop the menu," He said, trying to maintain a casual voice. "I'll let you know when I pick something to eat.""Always at your service, Sir." The waitress dropped the menu on the table with a polite now and left his table.Ethan sighed. His gaze flicked to the door and then back to the menu. His jaw d

*************************Inside of Elysian library turned into to chaos at once.The double door slammed open with sheer force that startled everyone.The school president, an old man in black suit stumbles into view, his loafers smacking the floor with crazy sound. Beside him were three other men in crisp suits that could and pants with cease, so sharp it could can make the skin bleed.Behind them, three military men in sharp uniform spilling in, boot thumping the marble hard, sending dangerous signal across the hall. The whole hall was already on their feet, neck stretching, murmuring buzzing in the air."What is going on?""Who are the suit men?""Damn! This smell trouble!" "Where the heck is that bastard!!!" Martinez Toyoto, the school president barked, his voice cutting across the hall angrily.The students moved away from their lane, books and pen scattering all over the floor in their haste."Elijah Langston!!" Elijah, headset pressed to his ear, sitting alone at the quiet

"Dare raised the gun," Dominic's voice came low, a quiet thunder, cutting across the stillness of the darkness, "I swear, you're dead!" He stepped out from the shadow in front of the harsh headlight of the car, his shadow casting larger on the ground like a beast of an unknown creature.Hesitation flickered behind the mask, but he didn't lower his guard. He scoffed, amused by the show happening before his eyes."You two came here stupidly without a weapon, to bluff in front of my gun? How foolishly amusing.""You're wrong," Dominic snapped, taking one step forward. His boot snapped twigs and crunched loose gravels."Hey, what are you doing? Let's get out of here." The junior police officer urged with a trembling voice of fear, still gripping his bleeding arm."This kid thinks he's in the middle of a movie set," The masked man snorted. "You've got another joke before I wipe you out?"Dominic's expression was calm and unreadable. "Yes," He said, pausing for a few seconds. "Kiss your